I'm feeling Irish, check this poem out

Oh woe! Ho! What troubles here today!Of wind and rain and snowy gusts that sorely pang away!Of torments, trials, and struggles we’ve all but nearly seen.Of men with guns and broken clubs, who’d gladly swing at thee.Of ancient blood that now does soil this gold and greenish earth.And gladly whittles away the conscience, demanding a new birth.A nation torn by blood, yet bound by that same strength.Elation found in such a victory, a cost of immeasurable gain.Cry out, Ireland! Oh Ireland! Has Christ forsaken thee?Or merely shifted his own view on Christianity?

I'm Irish and I approve of this haha. Though I dunno how relevant it is; we don't have many guns, broken clubs or mass blood spillages here nowadays and snow is a rarity. But I did read it in the Irish tune.